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Date: September 21st, 2015
Blake West is the mysterious owner of Blurred Lines, a tattoo parlor that not only has provided him with a steady income, but has also supplied a steady stream of women into his life. Now, however, things for him are much different.
Riley Campbell just ended a relationship with an abusive man who enjoyed controlling her every move. Now free of his grasp, she feels the need for a celebratory tattoo, her first of what she expects to be many. Her expectations of the parlor, the artist, and the process were pretty weak when she walked in.
And then she meets Blake West.
Covered in tattoos, handsome, mysterious, and muscular, Blake West is not at all what Riley expected to find, but exactly what she feels she needs.
There’s one small problem.
Blake is a sex addict.
And he’s trying to quit.
Blurred Lines is a stand-alone erotic romance and the first book in the Bodies Ink and Steel series. It has an HEA, no cheating, no sex outside the relationship, and no sharing of partners.
Excerpt from Book 2
Stevie’s Book (title coming soon)
been lived in quite the opposite manner. For as long as I could remember,
living was my biggest fear. Living in a world where I was not only allowed –
but required – to a make decisions that would affect me for a lifetime scared
the absolute shit out of me. My greatest fears were regarding my inability to
make good decisions always seemed to be related to men or relationships.
surrounded by – women in seemingly healthy relationships.
bedroom. As I stirred my much needed coffee and peered toward him, he sauntered
into the living room like he didn’t have a worry in the world. Hell, maybe he
didn’t as far as he was concerned.
eyes went wide. “I didn’t know where you went.”
eyes upward. “Well, now you know. Where’s your fucking boots?”
no body fat, a ripped mid-section, and a prominent “V” at his waist – the “Fuck
me V” I preferred men to have. Well, to be honest, I required it. He described
himself in the bar as being hung like a horse, and he didn’t lie in that
said as I nodded my head toward him. “Go get ‘em.”
at it again,” he said with a laugh.
revealed one of the greatest ideas I had heard in the last decade. Although I
hadn’t originally intended to do so, as I lowered my coffee cup, I burst into
dick from the guy. Hell, it wouldn’t have cost me anything.
go on home,” I said as I turned toward the sink.
than the fact you’re in my kitchen?
No. Listen, just go.”
the kind of grab that a girl likes. Not the one that makes her go weak in the
knees or feel butterflies. Hell, it wasn’t even the one where a guy forces his
woman to commit the act.
you just said” grab.
my newly purchased .45 caliber Colt pistol and leveled it at his head.
left. You really could have,” I said as he began to walk backward.
for? Huh?” I asked as I continued to force him closer to the door.
out,” I fumed as I tilted my head toward the door.
rules in this house. You really need
to nervously eye the barrel of the pistol.
Get out,” I demanded. “And I’ll leave whatever you’ve left here at the door of
the bar where we met last night on my way to work.”
nodded my head toward the door.
hand and opened the door.
After warming my cold coffee in the microwave I made some toast, sat down, and
began to eat my light breakfast. Half a dozen beers, a few margaritas, and who
knows what afterward had led to a night that was a blur of a memory at best, and
now my stomach was in turmoil; anything more than toast and I’d yack for sure.
almost as if a small part of my confidence went with him. A girl with my looks,
body, sexual appetite, and my attitude should be able to find a man compatible
down with was going to treat me right, fuck me right, and be able to stand on
his own two feet without my income as a crutch.
my house at gunpoint to find him.
Born in San Diego California, Scott now calls Wichita, Kansas home. Residing in Kansas with his wife, Jessica, and five children (and another on the way in November 2015), he somehow finds twelve hours a day to work on his writing.
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